Chapter 1170: Gunfire during a Peaceful “Walk”

Chapter 1170 Gunshots during a Peaceful “Walk”

"So, what you mean is that the greatest value of a call girl is not in bed, but more in psychological satisfaction?"

Jack was really enlightened. He had heard that there were some programs claiming to be sex therapists, and that some could even obtain formal licenses in some states.

But it must be said that this madam did have some skills to expand her business from simple sexual services to this high-end market.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Peyton, Jack and Aubrey drove to the Reunion Tower in the city center to have afternoon tea before it got dark, and to meet up with Jie Jie to sort out the clues of the case they had so far.

Most cities have a few landmark buildings in their city centers, among which the TV tower used to provide radio and television signals is probably the most indispensable.

Of course, with the development of the times, the functions of these tower-like buildings are no longer limited to providing wireless signals, but have also become an important tourist attraction.

The same is true of the Reunion Tower in Dallas, which is 171 meters high and its main part is a grid-like sphere, like a bird's nest mounted on concrete pillars.

This "bird's nest" has three floors. The lower floor is an observation deck, the middle floor is a revolving restaurant, and the top floor is a bar.

Generally speaking, downtown Dallas is considered a safe area in the United States. Perhaps it is true that there is no chaos unless everyone has a gun.

Texas is probably the state with the most relaxed gun policy in the United States. According to a bill that came into effect not long ago, most Texas citizens who legally own guns can carry guns in public without training or a gun license.

It was this point that made Jack a little uncomfortable. Perhaps other people would only be surprised that a beautiful woman dressed as a sexy cowgirl opened the elevator door for them, but he could clearly see that the revolver on her slender waist was real and the cylinder was full of bullets.

Jiejie was already waiting for the two of them in the revolving restaurant in the middle. As they had already had some brief communication on the phone beforehand, she smiled and teased them when she saw them.

"What are you going to do next? Now that you've lost your only motivation, why don't you try your luck by contacting those girls through that lady?"

"As someone told us not long ago, no call girl would be willing to speak to the FBI." Jack ordered a pot of black tea for the three of them while admiring the surrounding scenery.

Thanks to the sins of some of his unknown colleagues, the FBI is not infamous in some respects, but at least it is notorious.

Going back on one's words is commonplace. When there is no performance or in order to get promoted or make money, it is common for people to send their own informants into jail.

I thought that if I could track down the madam, things would be easier. However, I didn't expect that they still adopted the "BtoC model", and the main customer list was in the hands of the "girls" themselves.

This may just be a way for the madam to avoid risks, but it is undeniable that it is indeed very effective. At least in terms of collecting evidence, it is difficult to convict unless the culprit is caught in the act.

Jiejie blinked her beautiful eyes. "I'm curious, if that's the case, how did Ms. Peyton and the people behind her make a profit from this? Did they just rely on collecting "training" fees?"

"Of course it's more than that." Aubrey had already privately inquired through his former circle, "Ms. Payton is actually in the same group as our 'scavenger'.

While they guarantee the girls, they are also responsible for their personal safety. In return, each "call girl" must regularly donate a sum of money to a charity fund. "

It sounds more reliable than food delivery platforms like "Xtuan" and "Baolemei". Jack shrugged and was about to continue looking through the information, but he noticed a crowd gathered on the street below and police cars blocking the roads at surrounding intersections.

"Have there been any demonstrations in the local area recently?" He was not asking the two people around him who had also arrived new like him, but muttered casually, then took out his mobile phone to check the local news.

Is there a Black Lives Matter march in Dallas? Jack was shocked when he saw the headline of the relevant report. He wondered if the Floyd incident that led to the deepening class division in the United States had finally happened.

He then went on to browse the specific content and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this was a peaceful "walk" organized by an organization called the "Next Generation Action Network" in response to two incidents in which black criminals were shot dead by police in Louisiana and Minnesota a few days ago.

The report said that a total of about 800 people responded to this peaceful "walk" event. Jack observed the blocked street and found that the number of people was indeed not large, but there were quite a few police officers.

The street where the "walk" is located is near a neighborhood garden called "Bello Gardens" and has many adjacent intersections.

Normally it takes four to six police cars to block both sides of a major intersection, so at this moment there were at least forty or fifty police cars with their lights flashing on both sides of the street.

According to the configuration of two police officers to one police car, the local police station dispatched nearly 100 police officers to maintain order in this "walk" activity.

So the three FBI agents were "trapped" on top of the tower, because the location of this peaceful "walk" was right between the hotel where they were staying and the "Reunion Tower."

Fortunately, work is work no matter where you work, so the three of them simply had dinner in the revolving restaurant. It was almost 9 o'clock in the evening, and seeing that the activities on the street were coming to an end, they packed up their things and took the elevator down to the parking lot to prepare to return to the hotel.

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Jack drove the Suburban past the famous Dealey Plaza, the site of Kennedy's assassination. Just as he was about to turn left and pass the presidential memorial square affectionately called "JFK" by Americans, a sound like firecrackers rang out not far away.

The three people in the car subconsciously lowered their heads, and Jack even pressed the window button to lower the window glass a little to make it easier for him to determine the source of the gunshot.

"More than 300 meters ahead, there are automatic rifles and someone is exchanging fire with the police." Almost at the same time Jack opened his mouth, countless noisy sirens rang out around him, drowning out his subsequent words.

"What did you say?" Aubrey shouted with his eyes wide open.

"I said someone was exchanging fire with the police!" Jack repeated the second half of his sentence loudly, then reclined the seat and reached out to him, "Bulletproof vests! Give us bulletproof vests first!"

Jiejie sat in the passenger seat, so Aubrey could only sit in the back seat. There was only a foldable partition between the rear compartment and the trunk, and all their equipment was placed in the trunk.